We Care (MGMT: Bendrew)

Chapter 3: You Can't Trust Him

I don't know how he manages to get to places, but he just does. And it was crazy.

I drove after the mysterious cowboy for about an hour. He was just moving forward in a straight path, as if the desert had an invisible road that only he

could see. And even though it seemed like this place was empty and dead, A small dot in the distance eventually came into my view...

It kind of reminds me of "Courage: The Cowardly Dog". Except it was less creepy than that. It was a cozy looking 2-storey country house, with a maroon colored roof, dark brown wooden walls, and large glass windows. Its porch had rows of potted flowers, and even though the heat was almost unbearable, the flowers looked completely healthy and brightly-colored, dancing lightly to the hot desert wind.

The horse stopped, and I stopped the car.

I got out and walked over to the cowboy who was just getting down from his horse.

"Hey," I greeted him.

"Hey, has your friend woken up yet?" he dusted his saddle and whispered something to his horse.

I shook my head. "Not yet,"

"Let's bring him to the bedroom then." he rubbed his hands together and walked away with his horse, which he led to a shed.

I opened the door of the passenger's seat and analyzed James' condition.

"Hey, James..? Can you hear me..?" I whispered.

After a couple of minutes of not getting a reply, I gave up asking.

I pulled him over my shoulder, and brought him out of the car.

"Here, let me help." the cowboy came back, and assisted me in carrying James.

"What's your name?" I looked at him. He looked back at me with big eyes, as if my question surprised him.

He thought for a bit, as if he was deciding hard on something.

"It's Ben." he finally said. His lips slowly curved into a shy smile, "W-what's yours?"

"I'm Andrew. Let me shake your hand when we put him down."

"And... What's his name?" he looked at James, who was still unconscious.

"It's James, James Richardson. He's my driver and a good friend, too."

"Nice to meet you two." he said shyly as he looked down, which made me smile.

We made our way up to the porch, and Ben opened the door with difficulty since he was occupied with carrying James, too.

When it finally opened, I stepped into a sweet-scented room. It was far from my expectations.

There were clean beautiful flower-patterned curtains covering the windows, blocking out the harsh heat of the sun, and almost everything inside was made of wood. There was a big red rug covering most of the floorboards, and it had an intricate design of even more flowers on it. A small dark coffee table was in the middle of the room, and there was a hardbound dusty-looking book resting on top of it. I didn't see what book it was, because it wasn't close to where I stood. And at the corner of the room, there was a very comfortable looking red couch.

One of the strange things about this house was the fact that when I stepped in, it was actually cool. As if the outside wasn't a desert.

I looked around, but I couldn't even find a simple electric fan anywhere.

At the other end of the room, there was a door, and beside that door was a dark brown wooden desk with a nice light blue glass vase on top of it.

We made James lie down on the couch then Ben walked over to the desk.